Divine Cultivation System

"This battle seems very wrong?"

"But where is the problem?"

The middle-aged scribe looked at the battle in front of him, and the more he looked at it, the stranger he felt.

He knows the fighting style of his junior.

But why is Qin Shaofeng fighting like sword-wielding? How about his martial arts?

Looks like he has done nothing except for a phantom technique at the beginning?

"No, Phantom?!"

The middle-aged scribe suddenly realized the problem.

But he reacted a little late.

Just when he looked towards those phantoms, he noticed that he was just paying attention to Qin Shaofeng and his junior brother who were fighting.

The other phantoms had already reached his vicinity without knowing it.

He shouted at the same time.

A voice that was also Qin Shaofeng sounded from behind him.

"Yes, it's Phantom, hahaha..."

"One Sword Frost and Cold Fourteen States!"

When Qin Shaofeng's voice sounded, the long sword in his hand was chopped down like a war knife.

That tyrannical might made the middle-aged scribe who suddenly realized the danger numb.

He has no time to look back.

But it is also conceivable that Qin Shaofeng specially prepared for such a long sneak attack, it is absolutely impossible to aimlessly.

"Defense, open!"

He hurriedly fetched a talisman from his sleeve.

The power of qi and blood revolved, and the talisman suddenly turned into a jade-colored light flashing around him.

"Drunkard, your sneak attack moves are indeed very good, but unfortunately you are just a little Tianyue martial artist!" The middle-aged scribe finally has time to look back.

The movement here is really not small, making the middle-aged man also look over.

"That drunkard is over there? How is this possible?!"

The middle-aged man exclaimed.

He could really feel that what he was facing was Qin Shaofeng himself.

Why did the senior brother even use the defensive talisman he has treasured for so many years?

Surprised.

He saw the power of Qin Shaofeng's sword.

The sword light shone with sharp blood, and there seemed to be some kind of strange death light shining in the blood.

The middle-aged scribes didn't have time to turn around, so naturally they couldn't see it.

But he clearly saw that the breath of death was emitted from the mark of a silver weird pattern on Qin Shaofeng's eyebrows.

"Ghost! Ghost mark! You turned out to be a silver trace warrior?!"

The middle-aged man exclaimed.

His shout really shocked the middle-aged scribes.

To be able to become a martial artist, but to really experience the battle with the ghost clan.

Although the silver trace warrior is not unique, it is also extremely rare.

That is to kill the existence of the ghost king.

What he was facing, it seemed that the little Wu Xiu who was in the position of Heaven and Moon would actually have a silver mark?

Then what kind of terrorist force must exist behind him?

Is he a strong man cultivated by Beitian secretly?

The middle-aged scribe was shocked.

only.

His thoughts can only end here.

As the middle-aged scribes guessed.

Since Qin Shaofeng had done his best to shoot, naturally he would not give him a half chance.

After all, he is the only one who can shoot combat power here.

Therefore.

As soon as he took out the sword, he was already exhausted with horror, displaying the emptiness of his life.

After the experience of beheading the Titan Great Ape.

This sword really possessed a trace of the power of a powerful man in the void.

A sword fell.

The sword edge slashed directly on the defense of the middle-aged scribes.

This sword had been used rudely for so long.

After his full-strength sword cut, the sound of "Dang Cang" was interrupted in two.

"System reminder: Congratulations to Qin Shaofeng, the player, for killing one of the Yaoxing powers, and gaining 10 Yaoxing points and 1 martial arts value.

The system sounds.

But the defense of the middle-aged scribes did not even appear to be damaged.

"Hahaha...I really laughed at me, you still want to kill my senior with this sword like this? Hahahaha..." The middle-aged Han suddenly laughed wildly.

Du Zhixing and Shapojun's face changed again and again.

In their eyes, Qin Shaofeng was a kendo master.

After losing the long sword.

He has to face two strong stars at the same time, isn't this going to die?

"Master Li, I'll help you block them, you go!"

Du Zhixing was stunned for a moment before he rushed out.

His saber has been damaged.

This time he shot directly at the middle-aged scribe.

Qin Shaofeng's sword really failed to shake Fulu's defense.

But at the same time Qin Shaofeng's sword was broken, Fu Lu's defense power had also been exhausted.

There are many kinds of Fulu.

Not everyone can get a defensive talisman in the void.

Although the defense talisman of the middle-aged scribe was strong, it was only the defense of the pinnacle of the shining star.

After hardly resisting Qin Shaofeng's full-strength sword, there is no more defensive power left.

It is at this time.

Du Zhixing, who rushed with all his strength, had also clung to the middle-aged scribes firmly.

The weird scene appeared again.

The middle-aged scribe, who was a dignified star, looked like an ordinary person. When he hit him, he flew out more than ten meters and smashed to the ground.

"Huh? Brother, how could you be knocked out by a small Tier 5 Heavenly Moon Ant?" the middle-aged man asked in confusion.

Du Zhixing, who rushed to the middle-aged scribe, was even more puzzled.

He was already prepared to die.

But when he was surprised and looked at the middle-aged scribe, he saw that the middle-aged scribe, who had threatened him more than the middle-aged man, had already lost his breath of life.

"Dead, dead?"

Du Zhixing almost stared out his eyes.

"Life is no more than a dream, but the long sword in my hand is immortal, hahaha..."

Qin Shaofeng's answer is still simple.

In the laughter, he had already rushed towards the middle-aged man.

He is facing an enemy middle-aged scribe.

Regardless of whether the middle-aged man has confirmed that he is the real person, the id he released will not be stagnated in the slightest.

Everything is said to be late, but in fact it happened between the electric light and flint.

From his standing with a sword to his start in laughter, it was actually all within one breath.

He moved at the same time.

The long sword in my hand has also shattered the middle-aged man's heavenly defense armor.

"My armor?!"

The middle-aged man finally reacted.

Turned around suddenly.

Only then did he discover that when Qin Shaofeng confronted his senior brother, this existence that he had mistaken for a phantom had never stopped attacking.

"Isn't this a phantom? How could the phantom smash my defensive armor?" the middle-aged man exclaimed.

"Huh!"

The long sword in my hand was handed over again.

"Asshole thing, how dare you break my armor while Lao Tzu is not prepared, I'm going to kill you..." the middle-aged man shouted wildly.

The long sword in his hand was still like a war sword, and it fell towards the self.

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